Chapter 963: Lure the snake out of its hole (Part 2)
“Alice, are you done?” Jack passed by the door carrying a light sign.
"No problem. I have made fake reviews on several travel websites. From ten years ago to now, no one will notice the problem." Alice put away her notebook and walked out of the room quickly.
Jack handed the old light sign to Reacher who was standing on the ladder. Jubal was at a higher position. The three of them worked together to install the "Harley's House" motel sign outside. on the wall.
To avoid hurting innocent people and to prevent Langston from noticing anything strange, they simply converted the small building of the wanted criminal team into a motel.
There are no buildings around here, just a single small building. There is no need to worry about the hail of bullets accidentally injuring others, and there is no need to use police force to clear the area in advance.
The advantage of the information age is that as long as Alice registers a fake address on several map software, and then writes a bunch of bad reviews, she can not only make Langston believe it is real, but also avoid being visited by real tourists. .
This base of the Most Wanted Criminal Team has always been very low-key. No one knows that this is a secret office of the FBI.
The large open space in front of the building was divided into a parking lot, with the temporary colored lights and the half-old neon sign, especially the backyard that was turned into a vegetable garden by Jack, it was inexplicable. It seems very convincing.
“Is everything done?” Aubrey, who had just returned from Colorado, asked loudly below.
"OK, try it and see the effect." Jubal replied loudly.
As Aubrey turned on the switch, the colored lights decorating the doors and windows turned on. The neon sign that had just been turned on also flashed a few times and was successfully lit. Several of the letters were properly broken.
"Perfect." Danny, standing far away, nodded with satisfaction.
Hannah and Jie Jie walked out of the building with a little paint on their pretty faces. Because it was just a simple disguise, the girls set up a fake hotel front desk, and then used partitions to separate the restaurant and Jack's big kitchen, and finally a bunch of graffiti on the wall of the stairwell leading to the second floor.
Marlo Burns and her daughter also followed out. The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, with a chubby face and a little baby fat.
"Hey, honey, it's going to be okay. I'll come to you soon. Everything will be fine, I promise." Marlo Burns kissed her daughter's little face and looked at her expectantly. Danny next to me.
At this time, a plainclothes police car drove into the parking lot that had just been marked, and three people got out of the car. Jack knew two of them, Danny's brother James Regan and Danny's daughter. Partner Jenny.
There was also a bald, white man with an unsightly face that he didn’t recognize, but he was obviously also an NYPD police officer.
“This is Gaetano Lasso.” Danny stepped forward to introduce everyone, “These two are my brother and his partner Jenny. The three of them will escort your daughter to me. Dad's place is pretty much the safest place in New York. "
Danny knelt down in front of the little girl, smiled and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, "The Internet speed there is also good, my sister's daughter is two years older than you. , they will take good care of you.”
Seeing the mother and daughter parting reluctantly, Reacher stood next to Jack and whispered, "The NYPD Director's home? Isn't it a bit too exaggerated?"
"You can think of this as Director Reagan. I want to try my best to restore the image of the NYPD in front of you. After all, Langston and his people were once members of the NYPD."
Jack watched the plainclothes police car leave and mouthed to Danny. "What is the origin of Gaetano Lasso?"
Danny looked like he had a long story to tell, "His father was once a member of the NYPD, an extremely upright man. In the 30s, He died in a gang fight many years ago. You should already know what the NYPD was like at that time. Russo's father was isolated by his colleagues because he refused to accept illegal money, and even his partner was not around when he died.
Just before arriving, Gaetano Russo personally arrested his boss, a police inspector who helped Langston locate your location, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs found a full $600,000 in cash at his home. "
"It sounds like you can make much more money working for Langston than in your NYPD. No wonder he has so many subordinates. "O'Donnell came over with a smile and joked.
"Yes, this is never an easy job. Danny shrugged nonchalantly, "Speaking of which, your Army pension isn't that high, and you still have to work as a private detective to support your family." ”
After saying that, Ma Run, a former Marine who had nothing but a sense of honor, whistled and walked away in the eyes of several former army military policemen full of murderous intent.
Compared with the idle U.S. Army, although the Marine Corps uses the worst equipment and takes the most vicious beatings, its actual combat experience is indeed far superior to that of other services. Their sense of honor and spirit of sacrifice have become the only things they can be proud of. < br>
"No matter how unhappy you are, don't destroy this small building, otherwise you will prepare to work for me for the rest of your life." Jack dropped the threat and went to pack the equipment.
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"Are you so sure that Langston's people will not wait until tomorrow, but come directly to the motel to kill Marlo Burns?" Lying next to Jack as an observer Aubrey asked curiously.
Marlo Burns made an appointment with Langston on the phone to meet in Central Park at noon tomorrow, but she used a landline.
In the NYPD database, this number was registered under the name of a motel called "Harley's House", which was the base of their newly disguised wanted criminal team.
At this time, Jack was wearing a camouflage cloth and lying on the roof of a building three to four hundred meters away from the small building. He was observing the vehicles coming and going around him through the night vision device on the Barrett M82A1 in his hand and the sight at the back. .
And Reacher and his people were waiting in a room on the second floor. Only Jubal disguised himself and lay down at the front desk to take a nap. The other members of the wanted criminal team were all fully armed and ambushing around.
Whether Langston himself will show up or not, the hands-on task is handed over to Reacher and his team members, and the FBI is just in case as a backup.
“There are too many tourists in Central Park during the day, and they will not choose to do anything there unless they have to,” the last information revealed to Langston by the boss of the bald police officer Gaetano Russo before he was arrested This is the address here, and he and his people will definitely show up."
Jack was confident about this. Marlo Burns's lines on the phone were all designed by him and Reacher. The purpose is to lure Langston to the bait.
Just before 11 o'clock in the evening, a black car drove silently into the parking lot in front of Harley's House. Four strong men with bulging arms got out of the car and the driver.
The four of them looked at each other, and with a tacit understanding, two of them were waiting outside the door, while the other two pushed the door open and entered.
Aubrey, who was monitoring all this from a distance, secretly curled his lips, "These guys look very experienced, I bet they are all former police officers."
At this time In the fake hotel, Jubal, who was sleeping soundly at the front desk, had just been woken up by someone. When he saw two black holes with guns pointed at him, he seemed to wake up all of a sudden.
“Do this mother and daughter live here?” A middle-aged white man in his forties showed him a photo.
"It's upstairs, in the first room. Please don't kill me." Seeing that there was no silencer on the other party's gun, Jubal secretly breathed a sigh of relief, released the trigger of the shotgun hidden under the counter, raised his hands and looked sad. begged.
(End of this chapter)